Slow down, and don't get pervy
Get yourself a tourist base
You won't find one pretty person
No forward motion in this place
Grab a cookie full of greasy chips
Down another pint tonight
People want it to be chocolate bars
One way out, electric guitars
Don't look for hope in London faces,
The theatre once was beautiful,
but now it's a nowhere shrine
Soon there'll be a motel, read the sign
Oh, red velvet, dusty dead curtain
Midnight show's about to begin
Dirty little girls sing Sunday
with a righteous, bitter, cynical grin
Oh, people on the tube eat chocolate bars
One way out, electric it does
Oh well, they sold this out
Nothing left but Shakespeare's text
Kennedy's dead, America's next
Nothing left but beer and sugar,
the dream is just a candy bar.
No one in church, no one at school,
do you know where you are?
Rich old men ignore the rotten town,
Or bouquet of a new people
on the 2B chocolate bars?
One way out, electric guitars,
Gonna look for hope in New York bases
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